Chapter 32: December

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌⁠As I anticipated, the ambassador occasions me infinite annoyance. He is the most punctilious blockhead under heaven. He does everything step by step, with the trifling minuteness of an old woman; and he is a man whom it is impossible to please, because he is never pleased with himself. I like to do business regularly and cheerfully, and, when it is finished, to leave it. But he constantly returns